Forbidden Fruit - Part One

[we_dreamerz]

Forbidden Fruit
Part One
By: We_Dreamerz
Betaed By: atomic_dawn and bluemchenkaffee
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Genre & Timeline: RPS - AU - Set in the Fictonal Kingdom of Idolla.
Rating: NC17 PWithP
Word Count: 13,428 Total
Status: Complete - Posted in Two Parts
Warnings: Porn, maybe a little schmoopy in places.
Disclaimer: Although I wish they were mine to play with...Adam and Kris belong to themselves and all of this didn’t happen.

Summary: Freedom, it’s all Kris ever wanted from life. Living as street performer, roaming from town to town, Kris was content. But one frozen moment in the Market Square of Wildbriar has Kris second guessing all his choices. Intense blue eyes, sensual lips, Lord Adam was everything he’d ever wanted, and all that he could never have.

Written for the Masquerade Challenge at filthyminds. Come by and check out the other submissions.



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"Are you mad?"

"Come on, man. Aren't you the least bit curious? It's not like anyone would know. We'd be wearing costumes!"

"And where do you expect us to find the money for costumes that don't look like old rags?"

Matt smiled and Kris knew he'd been up to something. "What did you do?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"Allison stole a couple from the laundry at the castle," Matt grinned.

"You got her involved? Are you crazy? She is but a child!" Kris turned to his friend, flames in his cheeks as he downed his beer

"Everyone knows about his parties. It's not a secret that he's a heathen. Besides, she won't say a word. Ali's a sweetheart. And she's not as innocent as she looks. She'll be of age next year you know," Matt said, pushing the creamy paper in front of Kris.

Two invitations, gold lettering on thick parchment - Kris couldn't help but touch them, a shiver of anticipation running up his spine. A masquerade - did he dare?

"How did you even get the invitations?" Kris asked softly.

Matt shrugged, looking down at his beer. "I know some people."

Kris made a face and called for another round. The barmaid was sweet and cute, her blond hair was like sunshine in the dingy pub.

Ms. Megan brought their drinks with a smile and Kris smiled back shyly.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Matt. It's crazy. We've no right to be there."

"Sure we do!" Matt grinned. "We've got invitations! Now hush. We're going and you're going to enjoy it. End of discussion."

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The sky was bruised and bloated with clouds as they walked home to the little apartment they shared. Kris and Matt made their living as minstrels and street performers, moving from town to town, entertaining the masses. They'd come to stay in the town of Wildbriar a little over three months prior and found it welcoming, profitable and happy so they decided to stay. The townsfolk were happy, due largely it seemed, to their Lord.

Lord Adam was fair and generous. He took an active role in governing his lands. And his rule was one of peace, prosperity and love. His people adored him and it showed in the care and pride the townsfolk took of their lands.

It was widely known that although Lord Adam was a spiritual man...in his way...he had a taste for the hedonistic and wild. He threw grand parties filled with the most beauteous men and women, overflowing with food and drink. Tales of his parties traveled far and wide and it was rumored that they were most often more orgy than party.

Matt had been obsessed with getting an invitation since they'd heard the whispered rumors. Kris stayed largely silent on the subject, not because he was a prude or didn't want to go. On the contrary, Kris wanted nothing more than to attend, to see Lord Adam gloriously adorned and decadently pleasured.

Kris' face grew hot when he thought about Lord Adam. He and Matt had played for him once. He'd been strolling through the Market Square, accompanied by a host of brightly clad revelers. He'd stopped to listen as Kris sang and played the guitar, cheering loudly when the song was done.

Kris had bowed, his face hot with excitement, his heart beating wildly when Lord Adam approached.

"That was beautiful. Might I ask your name?"

"Kristopher, My Lord, Kristopher Allen."

Lord Adam had placed his hand along Kris' cheek. It was soft and warm, and Kris fought to not lean into the touch. Lord Adam’s eyes were intense and beautiful, vibrant blue and lined darkly with kohl. Kris was drawn by his gaze until the world around them ceased to exist.

"My dear, Kristopher, you have a gift. I would have you play for me," he said, his voice low and almost playful. "Would you come…if I called?" Lord Adam’s words were laced with meaning and Kris nodded, looking down shyly. But Lord Adam touched his thumb to Kris’ chin, tilting his head and capturing his gaze once again.

Kris was breathless when Lord Adam smiled and caressed his cheek, an open declaration of his intent. "Then I will call." Kris’ body responded, his lips parting slightly. Something dark and sensual filled Lord Adam’s eyes before his hand slipped from Kris’ cheek.

“Till then,” Lord Adam said with a little nod.

Kris nodded back, too flustered to speak.

Matt had been mostly silent that evening, his face buried in a book. In the dark, just before sleep claimed him, Kris heard Matt roll over.

"It's true then, you do...prefer the touch of a man?"

"Yes," Kris said simply, holding his breath. "It's one of the reasons I wished to stay in Lord Adam's realm.”

Lord Adam was a favorite of King Cowell and had been given special permission to legalize homosexuality in his realm. His lands were a safe haven for those who were different and most often shunned in the other realms of Idolla

"I wondered why you never seemed to be interested in bedding the millions of women who throw themselves at your feet," Matt said, and Kris could see his friend grinning in the swath of moonlight that poured through the window. He relaxed and let out the breath he’d been holding.

Kris huffed a laugh and rolled to his side. "Sorry I never told you."

"It's all right, man. You know I don’t care about that shit." Matt paused and laughed to himself. "Got it bad for Mr. Fancy Pants do you?"

Kris groaned and threw his arm over his face. “Was I that bad?”

“Yeah,” Matt laughed, “You looked like a swooning maiden. But then something tells me he liked it.”

“Stop, do not feed my fantasies. I have enough of my own,” Kris grumbled. “I always knew Lord Adam was beautiful. But I never realized he was so…so…”

“Drop-dead, come in your pants, sexual?” Matt said and Kris threw his pillow across the room, nailing Matt across his face. “Hey - you were thinking it, do not blame me. So go for it. When he calls for you, and I assure you, he will…go for it!”

Kris watched Matt tuck the pillow under his head as he pondered the possibilities. Sighing, he wiggled from under the covers to retrieve his pillow, yanking it from under Matt’s head.

“I can’t. It would only end in ruin. I could never be more than a passing fancy to him. I couldn’t be more than a fling. And I…I just can’t reveal myself like that,” Kris declared and pulled his covers up around his neck. The room was silent again, thick with questions he knew Matt wanted to ask.

Finally Matt sighed loudly and rolled onto his side. “It is your decision. But I think you might be surprised.”

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He could hear the thunder rolling and the little pings of rain on the roof. As they climbed the stairs to their apartment, Kris sighed, thinking back on Matt’s words. For weeks after their encounter with Lord Adam, Kris had been on edge, secretly hoping for a message, only to end the day depressed and sighing into his supper. Matt had taken to drinking in the tavern until Kris was asleep and Kris had taken to going to sleep early in the hopes that a new day would bring some kind of message.

But Matt was at Kris’ heels that night, excited to show Kris the costumes Ali had found for them. He pulled them from the closet with a flourish, the satin swishing together, shining in the candlelight.

“This is for me,” Matt said, pulling out a rakish black cloak and a hideously perverse mask. Its nose was long and it grinned maniacally, making Kris laugh despite himself.

“You plan on finding someone to bed you wearing this?” Kris asked, looking through the other strange bits of Matt’s outfit - leather trousers with a conveniently placed and easily opened pouch in the front, leather bracers and a clean, evenly pressed white linen shirt.

“I’m told the Ladies prefer bad boys,” Matt glared, moving his costume to the side with a grin. “And this is yours.”

Kris stared open mouthed at the costume Matt thought he was going to wear. “Well now I know you’ve gone mad.”

“Come on, Kris. Try it on.”

Kris shook his head, but couldn’t help but touch the multicolored satin. Matt was helping him out of his clothes and into the costume before Kris could protest and when he was before the full length mirror, Kris could only stare.

The pants were skin tight and low slung, patterned in stripes of ruby, topaz and amethyst. Covering his cock was a ruby diamond shape that could fall away if the need arose. The fabric was rich and soft and it felt good against his skin. Kris could clearly see the outline of his hardening cock. The cape was satin, ruby diamonds on one side, and the velvety, jewel toned stripes on the other. It touched the tip of his boots as though it was made just for him, the colors perfect for his skin.

“And don’t forget this,” Matt said, slipping the mask atop his head. It was black and lined with jewels to match his pants and glittering with feathers and ribbons. It covered his eyes, swooping gracefully above his nose and up to little points at the sides. Kris touched the mask, ran his fingers along the edge, his hand shaking slightly. It was surprisingly feminine but clearly made for a man. Kris couldn’t take his eyes away.

“So?” Matt asked.

“Where’s the shirt?” Kris asked lamely.

“Um…there isn’t one,” Matt responded and Kris could hear a note of amusement in his friend’s carefully controlled comment.

“I’m glad you think this is funny. You get to wear the rakish if, somewhat grotesquely faced rogue. I get to wear…” Kris gestured at his costume, not knowing what to call it. “This.”

But Matt just laughed and helped him out of the costume. When Kris was clad once again in his drab trousers and worn shirt, he sat heavily onto his bed.

“He’s going to love you in that, you know,” Matt said, smiling fondly at Kris as he put away their costumes.

Kris frowned and shook his head. “That’s not why I’m going. I plan to stay as far from Lord Adam as possible.”

“Of course.”

But Kris got the impression Matt didn’t believe him any more than he believed himself.

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“Will you stop tugging at your pants? They’re supposed to stop on your hips, not your nipples!” Matt hissed as they stepped out of the carriage that had taken them to the little country manor that Lord Adam had rented for his party. It was rumored that he didn’t have them at the castle out of respect for the families and children who lived there. He preferred to host his debauchery in the company of those who would appreciate it.

“I can’t help it, they feel like they’re falling off,” Kris hissed back. As they approached the manor Kris was amazed at the splendor. The front walk was lined with enormous oak trees and lit with luminaries - glass jars with candles inside. The manor itself was as bright as a Christmas tree. These were people of wealth and privilege, not common street performers. Kris felt a nervous panic rising in his chest until Matt grabbed his arm.

“Kris,” Matt said and sighed in frustration. “Look just…tonight, be who you’ve always wanted to be. Let the costume shield you, let it give you the freedom to let go. For Christ’s sake, have fun. And if that fun happens to cross paths with Mr. Fancy Pants, well then, all the better.”

The butterflies in Kris’ stomach were twisting and flipping. Matt didn't understand but Kris nodded anyway.

Matt smiled and pulled Kris’ mask down to cover his face. “Good. Now come on, let’s not waste any more time out here when all the beautiful men and women are in there.”

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Lord Adam peered at the ornately carved grandfather clock and sighed, resisting the urge to drum his fingers impatiently as Lady Creston droned on about her husband’s cock. Lord Creston was due any moment, she assured him, and he would be so pleased to be of service. If half of what Lady Creston said were true, Adam doubted Lord Creston could get his cock inside the door, much less Adam’s mouth.

This thought brought a silly smirk to Adam’s lips and he signaled to his valet that it was time to mingle. He was expertly disentangled and free to move about the great hall. Some guests he recognized, some he did not. In their costumes, everyone looked beautiful. Adam scanned the crowd, his eyes falling on flesh and festivities. The real action; however, could be found in the bedrooms and salons upstairs.

A waiter was circulating with champagne and he plucked a glass from the tray, admiring the naked ass of the waiter as he walked away. Adam sighed, his body tight and hard with anticipation as he scanned the crowd again. Perhaps he’d waited too long.

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Kris could feel their eyes on him, men, and women - their bodies on display. Matt grabbed two glasses of champagne from the tray of a naked circulating waiter and pressed one into Kris’ sweaty palm.

“Drink this, relax,” Matt said, looking around the hall. “It looks like they’ve already started.”

Kris followed Matt’s gaze to two beautiful ladies on the stairs - sucking lips and toying with each other’s exposed nipples. He saw Matt’s eyes darken with lust and knew he’d be gone in a moment. Just as expected, Matt downed his champagne and grinned at Kris. “Remember what I said and have fun!” he called and was gone before Kris could argue.

With a sigh, Kris sipped his champagne and tried to not look out of place, to remember what Matt had said. His costume was a shield, be who he wanted to be. But Kris’ mind kept returning to the one person he’d been avoiding thinking about - Lord Adam.

Kris circulated, politely speaking with this person and that, avoiding the darkened corners that were thick with naked flesh. He found a table with refreshments and smiled when he saw the sugared plums. He couldn’t help but grab a few, putting them on one of the tiny crystal plates. Kris sighed at the decadent sweetness. He hadn’t eaten a sugared plum in years. But he put that thought from his mind, focusing on the now, rather than the sordid and painful.

“Lord Adam always has the tastiest treats at his parties,” someone said to his left. Kris looked over to see a man clad in red satin, his face painted in flames with horns upon his head. His brown eyes were round and beautiful, devouring Kris like a starving man. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before, Sweetie. You must be new,” he said, finally meeting Kris’ eyes.

Kris tried to smile, to think of something to say. “Yes, it’s the first time I was able to get away.”

The man grinned and took Kris by the hand, “Well then, please let me show you around. You can call me Cheeky,” he said turning around to show off his tight, round ass, displayed prominantly in the backless riding pants he wore. And I’ll call you…Pocket,” he giggled. “Because I’m certain most of the men here would just love to take you home in their pockets.”

Kris blushed but followed Cheeky; let him introduce him to the other revelers, relieved that most everyone had another name by which they went. They spoke of the weather and trivial things, each of them knowing what the other searched for. Cheeky slipped away with a few scantily clad waiters while Kris was discussing music with a masked man in white silk pants and angel wings.

He was tall and blond; his body tight but not overly muscled. Kris couldn’t get over how white his teeth were. Angel drew him into the hallway, claiming that the manor was equipped with a lovely conservatory. But Kris saw too late what Angel really had on his mind. Kris found himself pressed up against the wall, Angel’s lips on his neck. Panicking, he tried to push Angel away but he just chuckled and gripped Kris' wrists above his head. He pressed him to the wall with his body and cruelly bit down on the soft flesh of his earlobe.

Just as Angel’s hand curled tightly over Kris' cock, he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. The hallway grew silent and Angel stepped back. There was an ominous black shadow at the head of the hallway, the outline of a man. Suddenly Kris’s heart began to pound.

“My Lord,” Angel said, bowing to the shadow.

“Sir Seacrest,” if I might have a word?” the shadow spoke and Kris shivered, knowing the voice despite it bearing no resemblance to the warm, melodious tones he’d heard in the Market Square.

With a quick bow, Sir Seacrest was gone and Kris sagged gratefully against the wall. When he regained his composure, Kris wandered back to the great hall, searching for Lord Adam, praying he’d gone, wishing to God he’d come back.

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Adam released his breath as Sir Seacrest’s carriage ambled down the drive, away from the party. He’d been watching, waiting with a barely concealed smile on his lips as he observed the sweet little musician standing uncomfortably next to Lord Bell, resplendent in the costume he’d picked out himself. Kris’ lips had been stained purple from the sugared plums he’d been eating and Adam wanted nothing more than to stalk across the room and take him, suck the sweetness from his lips and make him moan. But Adam knew that he was no ordinary play thing. There was something very special about Kristopher Allen.

But when Sir Seacrest had maneuvered him back into the hallway, Adam’s gut churned. He’d seen the lust filled look in Seacrest’s eyes and followed them, waiting, breathless for some sign that Seacrest’s advances were unwelcome. When Kris tried to push Sir Seacrest away, Adam had made his presence known.

As Seacrest’s carriage disappeared from sight, Adam unclenched his fists and ambled back down the cobbled walk, breathing in the night air, trying to calm himself. It had been a long time since he’d felt such a strong connection with someone. Standing there in the market that day, Adam had been entranced by Kris’ voice, by his nimble fingers on the strings of his guitar. He couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like on his skin. Adam found himself wondering just how beautifully Kris would sing with his cock buried deep inside him, lips bruised with Adam’s kisses. His reaction had been instant, visceral and like nothing he’d ever felt.

Adam had intended to call upon Kris the very next day - woo him, seduce his story from his lips. But duty called and Adam had found himself up to his chest in policies and politics, making it impossible to get away. When he’d seen Kris’ friend speaking with the laundry mistress at the castle, Adam had quickly formulated his plan. Matt had readily agreed to help make sure that Kris attended the party and Adam had promised them both costumes for the affair.

As Adam entered the great hall he smiled warmly when he saw Kris across the room, plucking a few sugared plums from the tray of fruit a waiter was offering him. Kris shyly smiled his thanks to the waiter, and Adam stopped to watch him eat a plum, his lips sparkling with sugar.

He was radiant. Despite being masked, Adam would have known his humble sweetness anywhere. In a room full of peacocks, Kris outshined them all. Yes, the jeweled satin stripes looked perfect against Kris’ skin. And he longed to touch the crushed velvet pants that hugged his thighs and ass so well, to feel the fabric on his lips. But Kris’ light outshined them all for it came from within.

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Kris froze as he was about to pop a plum into his mouth. He could feel Lord Adam at his side, so warm and almost overwhelming.

“Go ahead, they’re delicious,” Lord Adam said softly and it was like everyone else had faded away.

Kris bit down, feeling a little self conscious as he ate the sweet treat, Lord Adam’s eyes on his lips. He turned, smiling shyly as he bowed, trying to remember that he was still masked. There was no way Lord Adam would recognize him. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d even recognize him without the mask.

“My Lord, I am grateful for your intervention in the hallway,” he said, licking his lips, taking in Lord Adam’s dark beauty. He was clad in tight, black leather pants and vest with velvet trim. Kris swallowed, eyes skimming the long line of his thighs. The leather left nothing to the imagination, clearly revealing Lord Adam’s impressive erection. His face was powdered pale, his eyes lined black and heavily shadowed. His hands were covered with black, fingerless gloves and his lips stained a berry red. He was magnificent, and suddenly all the weeks of waiting in vain meant nothing.

Lord Adam smiled and gently touched Kris’ lips, tracing them, bringing his finger to his mouth to suck and lick the sugar from its tip. “It was my pleasure. This may be an orgy but there will be no one taken against their will. And please…call me Adam.”

Kris was silenced by the word - orgy, the way it sounded on his tongue and he looked down at the plate in his hand. Lord Adam chuckled and took a plum from the plate.

“They’ve always been a favorite of mine,” he said, looking thoughtfully at the little fruit. His voice was low and heated. Adam touched the plum to Kris’ bottom lip, rubbing, teasing, begging entry. Kris parted his lips to delicately tongue the fruit, a little thrill dancing up his spine at the lust darkening Adam’s eyes.

“Taste it,” Adam whispered, and Kris obeyed, closing his eyes as he bit into the plum, sucking the sugar from Adam’s fingers. Kris opened his eyes to Adam’s smoldering gaze, and gasped when Adam roughly took his mouth, one large hand behind Kris’ head to steady him. Kris opened to him, moaned into their kiss as Adam licked the sweetness from his lips, sucked his tongue and then pushed his inside.

The crystal plate in Kris’ hand shattered when it hit the floor and Kris found himself breathlessly moved up the stairs, Adam barking orders to a servant over his shoulder before he had time to think or care how it had happened.

Kris was amazed at the spectacle upstairs. Bedroom doors were left open and as they sped by, Kris could see people inside - men and women, partially costumed, their bodies writhing, faces contorted in pleasure, their moans chasing them down the hallway.

They came to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway. Pressed hard against them, Adam’s lips were at his neck, his breath warm and intoxicating. “Tell me you want me, tell me you want this,” Adam whispered, pressing his hard cock against Kris’ thigh.

With a moan, Kris nodded. “Yes, more than anything, yes,” he stammered out, and Adam threw open his bedchamber door. They stumbled through, and the door was closed and then locked with a deafening click. Suddenly the room was silent but for the pounding of Kris’ heart. Adam’s hands were on his chest, warm and comforting. Gently, he pushed Kris to the center of the room.

Kris shifted uncomfortably, unsure of himself, afraid. Not of the man before him but of all that he represented - all the things Kris could no longer have. Perhaps an hour, an evening, but a life time? That just wasn’t possible.

But he couldn’t say no. He couldn’t walk away from his one chance to taste it - that thing that everyone longs for but never seems to find. Kris was too close to happiness to turn away. In the morning he would put away his costume and drag Matt from Wildbriar. He would live his life knowing that once upon a time, he’d eaten a plum from the fingers of paradise. And that would have to be enough.

“Be still,” Adam whispered, circling him, touching the satin cape. “Your costume is beautiful. It fits you perfectly.”

Kris couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move. His cock was hard with need and he couldn’t help but groan when Adam removed the cape, the cool satin caressing his skin.

“Oh, I like it when you make that noise,” Adam breathed from behind him, his hands on Kris” shoulders. “I can not wait to make you sing for me.” Adam dropped open mouthed, wet kisses across his shoulders and neck, nibbling here and there, his hands caressing Kris’ skin.

Leaning back into Adam’s chest, Kris was adrift in sensation - cool leather, soft velvet and the warmth of Adam’s mouth. He closed his eyes, moaning when Adam toyed with his nipples, feathering soft caressed with sharp, biting squeezes. Delicious pain, sweet pleasure, Kris tilted his head to the side, allowing Adam to suck the sensitive spot behind his ear.

“Adam,” Kris breathed, pressing his ass against Adam’s dick, moving his hips. “Please.”

“So needy, so hard,” Adam whispered, curling his palm over Kris’ aching cock, pressing just hard enough to relieve a little tension.

Kris watched breathlessly as Adam stood before him, still completely dressed. He wanted to touch Adam’s skin, taste him. Kris reached to pull unbutton Adam’s vest but Adam stopped him, took his hand and kissed its open palm.

“Let me please you,” Kris asked softly, his heart skipping a beat when Adam smiled sweetly - the light in his soul shining through the paint and dark trappings.

“We have all evening. For now,” Adam said, falling to his knees. “I would prefer to pleasure you.”

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Adam pressed his face into the soft skin of Kris’ firm belly, relishing his gasp. Soap, fresh air, Kris smelled like freedom and Adam breathed it in. He kissed his navel, traced the fine trail of hair with his tongue. Hungrily, Adam mouthed the hard line of Kris’ cock through his pants and reached for the hidden button he knew would release his prize. Adam looked up into Kris’ masked face, longing to watch the play of passion and lust. For a moment his hand strayed, wondering if Kris would be angry when he found out, praying Kris would forgive him for taking so long, for the small deception.

He groaned when Kris’ cock sprang free, so thick and perfect. Gently he stroked it, lapped a little pearl of pre-come from its tip. Kris throbbed between his lips and pressed his hips forward, urging him on. With little flicks of his tongue, Adam teased the head and looked up into Kris’ eyes. Holding his gaze, Adam seductively trailed his tongue along the smooth, slick shaft and circled the sweet, sensitive spot between the flared ridges of the tip. He caressed Kris’ ass, kneading the firm flesh, fingertips pressing just a little too hard.

But he was desperate; he couldn’t get enough. The salty tang of Kris’ skin, the needy little moans that told Adam he was already so close. Adam was so very near losing control himself, and they’d only just begun.

Kris’ looked down at him, his face soft, a hunger in his eyes that Adam had fantasized about since they’d met. He pushed his fingers into Adam’s hair, tugging gently, one hand slipping down to touch his cheek. Tenderly, he caressed Adam’s face, a blissful smile curling his lips. Adam closed his eyes. How long had it been since a lover touched him so gently?

“Adam, please,” Kris panted, his grip tightening on Adam’s hair, sending little sparks of desire across Adam’s skin.

With his heart in his throat, Adam kissed the very tip of Kris’ cock and looked up into his eyes.

It’s now or never.

“Take your mask off for me, Kristopher. I long to watch your face when you spill down my throat.”

Kris’ eyes went wide and his mouth opened as if to speak. Slowly he removed the mask, his beautiful face confused and flushed with embarrassment. But Adam didn’t give Kris time to think, only swallowed him, worked and sucked his cock until Kris’ head fell back and his knees almost buckled. Kris frantically moved his hips, thrusting deeper, gripping Adam’s hair. Adam held him steady and opened his throat, let Kris fuck his mouth until he felt the sweet spasms begin. Thick and salty, Kris came with a violent thrust of hips, pushing his cock down Adam’s throat. Adam watched him come undone - the blaze of flame in his cheeks, his lips raw and bitten. And most startling of all were Kris’ eyes - wide open and smiling down at him.

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“How did you know?” Kris gasped, falling to his knees, pressing kisses to Adam’s swollen lips. He could taste himself and smiled, pleased with the thought of his seed on Adam’s tongue.

Adam took his head between his hands and cradled it gently. “I knew because I was the one who gave Matt the invitations…I…I had this,” Adam touched the soft fabric of the Kris’ pants, “made for you. And you look even more scintillating that I’d imagined.”

Kris frowned, looking into Adam’s eyes, absentmindedly stroking the fabric of his pants. He saw lust within their depths, something raw and almost primitive, but behind that there was more - vulnerability, fear?

“I intended to call upon you the very next day. But I was visited by the King himself, arriving in secret regarding a dire matter. I could not get away,” Adam said softly, his face crinkled in frustration, thumbs gently caressing Kris’ cheeks.

But Kris could see the truth of his words written plainly on his face. Adam was an honest man. Of that Kris had no doubt.

“When I saw your friend speaking with the laundry mistress, I formulated a plan, in hopes that the King's business would be done and praying you would forgive me.”

Kris smiled, shaking his head at the humble, honest Lord, on his knees, begging a common man for his forgiveness. Perhaps there was hope for the gentry after all.

“There is nothing to forgive, My Lord. You are here now,” Kris said, his thumb tracing the outline of Adam’s mouth, not knowing if he should be angry or grateful to Matt for keeping Adam’s secret.

"I much prefer my name on your lips," Adam said softly, his hands on Kris' hips, roughly pulling him closer.

Kris whispered his name and put his hand over the straining bulge of Adam’s cock. He couldn’t wait to taste him, feel the hardened flesh against his lips.

“God, you’re so big,” Kris breathed, running his palm over Adam’s length. “So big and thick.” He shuddered with longing, pressing gently just to watch Adam’s eyes close, his full lips part. Kris leaned forward to capture the bottom one between his teeth - biting and then sucking it. He tugged at the waist of Adam's leather pants. "I want to see you, feel your skin against mine," he spoke into their kiss, breathed Adam's breath.

Smiling, Adam took Kris' hand and helped him to his feet. For the first time Kris looked around. The room was beautifully decorated in shades of rust, gold and brown. The centerpiece was an enormous wooden bed, draped with a gauzy gold fabric. At the opposite end of the room was a little sitting area with plush couches and a blazing fireplace. Adam drew Kris to the couch nearest the fireplace and bade him sit.

Nervously, Kris did as he was asked, wondering what Adam would do, amazed when he took one of Kris’ boot clad feet into his lap. Adam undid the laces and firmly tugged, freeing Kris’ foot and then moving on to the other. When Adam’s warm hand closed around his ankle, Kris’ eyes drifted shut. With gentle pressure, Adam massaged his feet, his strong thumbs working away the soreness that was part and parcel of a street performer’s life. Kris couldn’t help but groan as Adam’s hands worked upward, kneading the muscles of his calves and thighs, slowly removing his pants and stockings.

Limbs heavy with pleasure, Kris relaxed back into the couch, reveling in the tender kisses Adam peppered along his chest and stomach, his inner thighs and knees. Kris could feel the warmth of the fire, smell the heady scent of woodsmoke and arousal. Already he was so hard.

He felt Adam get to his feet and opened his eyes, watching breathlessly as Adam slowly disrobed. His body was amazing, long and lightly muscled, an amalgam of hard and soft. Kris had never seen a man so beautifully masculine yet so gloriously feminine. His hard, broad shoulders and chest, strong arms and thighs were in perfect harmony with his rounded hips and ass, the sweet, softness of his face. Adam was a study in contradiction, and Kris found himself an eager student.

His skin was tan, as though he'd basked naked in the sun, and sprinkled with freckles that Kris longed to connect with his tongue. As each piece of Adam's costume was removed, he peeled back a layer, exposing the man behind Lord Adam.

Finally, Adam stood naked before him; his gold dusted skin glittering in the light of the fire. Kris sat up, his lips parted in wonder as he reached out to touch Adam's smooth, hairless skin.

"I prefer it this way. I hope it does not displease you," Adam said softly, almost hesitantly, fingers touching the silky skin around his cock.

“You’re beautiful,” Kris breathed, getting to his knees, stroking Adam’s skin, breathing out sharply when he grasped the base of Adam’s cock - so hard, so thick and heavy. Kris touched his lips to Adam’s stomach, rubbed them against his skin and closed his eyes. “I love the way it feels...so soft. I want to taste you.”

Adam groaned low in his chest and caressed Kris' face, his head falling back when Kris kissed his hip and across his stomach. Running his tongue along the smooth skin, Kris savored him, sucked little marks here and there.

He kissed the head of Adam's cock, rubbed his mouth along the length and bent to suck his balls, rolling them on his tongue.

"Kris...God...suck me," Adam rasped and Kris shivered with desire, taking Adam's cock in his hand. He rubbed the swollen head across his wet lips, looking up into Adam's eyes as he slowly took him down his throat, working him deeper, swallowing around him.

“That’s it, swallow it, suck my cock.” Adam’s voice was thick with need as he wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and threaded his fingers through Kris' hair with the other. Gently he pulled back, biting his lip and moaning when Kris flicked his tongue around his glistening wet cockhead.

Moaning, closing his eyes, Kris let Adam use him, fuck his mouth until tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

"Stroke yourself," Adam panted, "Slowly.”

Kris looked up into his eyes and did as he was asked, slowly fisting his own cock, squeezing the tip just enough. He moaned and felt Adam shudder and pull from his mouth with a little gasp, shaking his head.

"Not yet,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over Kris' wet lips. “Come here.”

Adam sat down and Kris crawled into his lap, straddling Adam’s thighs. Kris could feel Adam’s cock against his own, wet from his spit and throbbing with need. He rocked his hips, pushing his cock against Adam’s, moaning when Adam gripped his hips.

“Fuck, you’re so hard already,” Adam whispered against Kris’ lips, his breath a teasing caress.

Kris lapped at the seam of Adam’s plump lips, groaning when they parted so easily. Adam sucked his tongue and spread his ass, one long finger circling Kris’ needy hole. Moaning, Kris pushed back and felt the tip push deliciously inside, only to have Adam remove it.

“Need something, Baby?” Adam asked roughly, nibbling Kris’ lips. “Something hard and thick inside you?”

Kris nodded and reached to caress Adam’s nipples, squeezing and rolling the hard little buds between his fingers.

Adam’s finger pressed deeper and withdrew, only to resume the sweet torture of teasing around his entrance with light feathery touches. “What is it that you ache for, Kris?” Adam whispered and Kris shivered with need, moving his hips a little faster to feel the hot throb of Adam’s cock against his own.

So big, he was almost afraid it was too much but he wanted Adam’s cock, wanted it inside his ass, stretching him, fucking him. Kris pushed back against Adam’s fingers but Adam pulled them away, shaking his head with a little chuckle.

Kris groaned and grasped Adam’s heated shaft, stroking it slowly, his thumb circling the head and spreading the gathered wetness. “Your cock, My Lord,” Kris gasped. “Need your cock in my ass.”

Adam breathed out sharply, his eyes almost black with lust. Kris had but a moment to register that they were moving before he found himself on his back, thighs spread wide and Adam between them. He could feel Adam’s hot breath on his entrance, and was motionless in anticipation.

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He was so beautiful - naked, his cock hard against his stomach. Kris moaned when Adam breathed out, his needy hole clenching, searching for what he desired.

Adam palmed his own cock, willing himself to wait, to savor the gift before him. Kris’ hips rolled impatiently and Adam stroked up his thighs, his thumbs coming to rest on the smooth spot behind his balls. He rubbed softly, watching Kris’ cock harden, listening to the sweet little noises he made.

With just enough pressure to tease, Adam stroked him slowly as Kris looked down and captured his gaze. Adam mouthed his balls, breathing out, and then sucking at the base of his cock.

"I’m going to fuck that pretty ass of yours," Adam whispered and flicked his tongue across Kris’ head. "Tongue your little hole…open you up, get you ready to take my cock.” Adam trailed kisses down his shaft and sucked at his balls, then behind them. He watched Kris’ face, lips parted, eyes blown. Kris whimpered a little when Adam breathed, hot air caressing his hole, his name a prayer on Kris’ lips. Adam pushed his legs up and Kris held them, spreading himself.

“Taste me,” Kris’ whisper was barely breathed but Adam heard his words as though they’d been spoken right into his soul. He shuddered with desire and bent to give Kris what he needed, tracing his hole with the tip of his tongue, feeling the muscles tighten and twitch.

Adam took his time, lapping, stroking and sucking around Kris’ entrance, pushing just the tip of his tongue inside before pulling back. Kris was moaning, begging for more, asking Adam to fuck him with his tongue. But Adam would not be rushed.

He groaned at the sight before him - Kris spread wantonly open for him, his face and chest flushed with desire, his hole glistening with Adam’s spit. Adam licked the tip of his finger and circled his entrance. Kris held his breath, fists gripping the edge of the couch as Adam pushed inside. First one finger, then two, Adam watched Kris’ face, the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. He lapped around his finger with little flicks of his tongue, curling his fingers to stroke against that spot inside him.

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“Adam,” Kris rasped, his hips moving restlessly, fucking himself on Adam’s fingers.

“So hungry for it,” Adam said, wrapping his hand around his own cock, fisting it a few times as he worked his fingers deeper.

“Fuck me,” Kris begged, reaching for Adam, whimpering when he withdrew his fingers, feeling so empty.

“It’s all right,” Adam said softly, pressing Kris back into the couch, lying between his open thighs. Kris gasped when he felt the broad head of Adam’s cock at his slick hole. Gripping Adam’s shoulders, he bore down as Adam slowly breeched him, wincing at his size, moaning through the sharp ache.

“Kris,’ Adam whispered breathlessly, his body tight. Kris looked up into Adam’s face, stripped bare with need, something achingly familiar in his eyes. He touched Adam’s face and pressed a kiss to his lips. He stroked over the hard muscles of Adam’s back and down to the soft curve of his ass. Moving his hips in silent invitation, he felt the sharp burn of Adam’s cock as he took it deeper. Adam breathed out, holding Kris’ gaze, a sweet smile curling his mouth, chasing away the chill of their shared loneliness.

“Please,” Kris begged, his voice thin, desperate. “Take me.”

With a little grunt, Adam pushed his cock inside. Kris shut his eyes to the sting that so quickly gave way to the dull ache of yearning, the frantic burn. He groaned restlessly and bit Adam’s lip, sucked it, drunk on desire and the scent of himself of Adam’s mouth.

Adam’s arms were around him, gripping his shoulders as they moved together. Kris was filled with him, his ass, his mouth, his soul. Adam was all around him and he couldn’t get enough. He needed more.

“Wanna ride your cock, Adam. Let me ride you,” he hesitantly murmured into their kiss, feeling the heat of a blush pinken his cheeks.

“Oh…fuck, yes,” Adam groaned and wrapped his strong arms around Kris. With a groan, he scooped him up and sat back on the couch, his cock still deep inside Kris’ ass. Kris pushed down, moaning as he took Adam deeper, worked out the pulsing, grinding rhythm that he craved.

Adam’s makeup was worn away, smudged around the eyes. Kris touched the freckle that was now visible on his lip and sprinkled kisses across his freckled face and shoulders, sucking hard at his earlobe. Adam’s warm hand was on his cock, stroking him, thumb pressing hard against the pre-come slicked head.

“So fucking beautiful,” Adam murmured into his chest, his tongue flicking over Kris’ nipples and then sucking hard. Kris cried out, so close. “Look at us,” Adam demanded and Kris looked down, watched Adam’s hand on his cock.

“Adam I…” Kris said with a grimace, needing, taking him faster, fingers gripping Adam’s shoulders.

“I know,” Adam whispered, thrusting up as Kris sank down, holding him around the waist and jerking him off until Kris shattered, heat spreading out from where they were joined, come surging, splattering their stomachs in white heat. Adam filled him

With one final thrust Adam erupted inside him, so hot, his cock pulsing. Panting, Kris kissed him, wet and dirty, rubbing himself on Adam’s stomach, grinding his hips and clenching around Adam’s cock. Adam’s hands were on his ass, gripping as he pulled Kris down, moaning into their kiss.

With a groan, Kris collapsed on his chest, their bodies slick with sweat and come. Adam’s hands caressed his body, moving over his ass, back and thighs. Adam whispered to him things Kris couldn’t understand but knew all the same - things Kris knew he couldn’t have.

His heart ached for the life he might have led, the love they might have shared. But it was time to go. He wasn’t ignorant of the ways of the world. Beautiful Lords did not marry lowly street performers. It was time he put the fairytale behind him.

But Adam scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the bed. Softly he murmured Kris’ name, laying a gentle kiss to his lips. Kris closed his eyes, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks when Adam cleaned him with a warm cloth. Content in the circle of Adam’s arms, Kris sighed, giving in for just that moment.

I’ll leave before he wakes. I can not face him in the morning.

PART TWO